"I do. Children are wonderful. As long as they're somebody else's. I'm not exactly into that whole domestic thing, in case you haven't noticed. What's wrong with her, anyway?" he asked Clara gruffly."

"Is this the Time Lord version of Victor Meldrew syndrome? Don't care for it. Maybe I should handle this one, Doctor. Got a tissue, by any chance?"

"I have one." The policeman said, who had come up and was standing behind her.

Clara thanked the man and dried the girl's tears. She asked very softly, "Can you tell me what happened? What scared you, sweetheart? It's OK, we won't make you go back inside. We'll keep you safe, I promise."

"I—I'm not sure." The girl said in a small voice.

"Well, let's start from the beginning. What's the last thing you remember?" Clara gave her an encouraging smile.